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Mice
Late last night, working on my paper in the lounge. Had been seeing mice flit around the room all night—we need to get some more traps. Set up a box-watch trap (a “trap” in which one watches a longish box turned sideways until a mouse wanders into it, then quickly picks up the box, closes it, and disposes of the mouse outside) with a cereal box from the recycling. Still hasn’t caught anything, though I haven’t been watching the whole time, and these mice don’t seem so interested in crawling into boxes as the errant Fugly II.
Anyway, at one point I heard a rustling noise issuing from the trash can beside me, which stands about level with the couch’s armrest and was nearly full with garbage. Peered over into the trash. A mouse was poking its head out of a little crevice between paper towels, wrappers, and a small box. We had a brief staring contest. Slowly, I reached my hand around and into the garbage, hoping to grab the mouse in a handful of trash, which would hopefully shield me from bites. But the moment my finger touched the trash, the mouse launched itself like a cannonball at my face.
Now, I’m not one to be squeamish about rodents, but damn.
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Okay, now it's today. Adam told me to prioritize sleep over rewriting my anarchy paper, which frees up this evening for sleep, packing, and studying. So, naturally, I'm going out to dinner.
Finished first draft of The Paper at 5 am--3 hours of sleep, but along with being essentially excused from rewriting the anarchy paper, I feel like a huge weight's been lifted off my shoulders. And head.
Anyway, at one point I heard a rustling noise issuing from the trash can beside me, which stands about level with the couch’s armrest and was nearly full with garbage. Peered over into the trash. A mouse was poking its head out of a little crevice between paper towels, wrappers, and a small box. We had a brief staring contest. Slowly, I reached my hand around and into the garbage, hoping to grab the mouse in a handful of trash, which would hopefully shield me from bites. But the moment my finger touched the trash, the mouse launched itself like a cannonball at my face.
Now, I’m not one to be squeamish about rodents, but damn.
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Okay, now it's today. Adam told me to prioritize sleep over rewriting my anarchy paper, which frees up this evening for sleep, packing, and studying. So, naturally, I'm going out to dinner.
Finished first draft of The Paper at 5 am--3 hours of sleep, but along with being essentially excused from rewriting the anarchy paper, I feel like a huge weight's been lifted off my shoulders. And head.
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Wow. Anyway. I love you! Get more sleep! Have a good friday!
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